Forty-Four: The Haven.

DENVER.

A storm took the room as the doors banged shut and the curtains wavered in the winds. The moonlight poured into the attic of the cabin where Eliana’s Grandmother, Abigail sat cross-legged on the floor.

Her eyes closed in deep concentration and her hands upon her thighs, she began to mutter an incantation that caused the candles around her to flicker and the lights to go off by the winds.

She was trying to find Eliana, she said—the only way she knew. But most of all, I was still shell-shocked about what she’d just revealed to me. All this time, her Grandmother had been a witch.

It was hard enough trying to process what that meant for the both of us but I couldn’t imagine how Eliana would feel when she finds out her whole life’s been a lie. I was between worrying about that and her own safety.

Either way, it was hard to stay calm.

Not when the possibility that something bad had happened to her was still up in the air. Ivan was a lot calmer than I was, strutting behind me. Som